The time seems to have run out for me. I have no one left ... she was really everything!
Sajira would have laughed at me now. I'm sitting on the dusty boxes ... A house always remembers everything and has its own heart.
But she had never been to America. I couldn't make her happy, do you understand? If the dream then the dream becomes a nightmare in which she is a monster with abnormal features and shows me with large red eyes to be possessed.
I don't know why he's mad at me. Maybe she is calm and it is I who can not give myself peace that's why then the fears are reflected in my dreams.
I have fallen into the abyss of madness and will never be able to get out of it again.
I'm doomed. I am surrounded by my own soul and I deprive myself of everything because I know I don't deserve anything. Sajira has been in a coffin for almost a year and I have been unable to do anything to save her. I just know that I should be there for you now.
I am afraid of falling asleep and seeing her again.
Those eyes have enchanted me with love a long time ago but now I feel traumatized every time I see them. I can't stop thinking about my loneliness.
You almost seem to hear the roar of a lion barking against me every time I rest my head on the pillow to keep me awake.
Because even sleeping has become a bit like dying.